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In the hand and in the sleight, all the cruel tricks of the light. |
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And in the cancel of the hum, in the ringing finally gone. |
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You cool my blood until it creeps, |
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Build the tension and release under an inter-constellation fracas. |
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We are getting older, are getting older and slower... |
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A slow wave and slower in motion, |
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You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs. |
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Braving the elements to swim, |
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A cold current to carry me in, I'm ready to begin again. |
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I'm ready to begin again. |
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Now and every shining time you were ghostly and mine, |
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I was the pallor of your dreams and a harbour of fears. |
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I'll be a cheat, be a lay, these no halcyon days, |
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And a heart caught in suspended animation, |
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And getting slower, getting older, slower. |
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A slow wave and slower in motion, |
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You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs. |
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Braving the elements to swim, |
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A cold current to carry me in, I'm ready to begin again. |
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I'm ready to begin again. |
